I didn't know what to do anymore.
I couldn't even make a satirical joke to lighten the mood, I had no choice but to just let the flow carry me along.
"What's the matter, Desmond-sama? You look so stiff."
It was because my wife is clinging to my right arm.
"Isn't it because Lady Charlotte is doing something strange?
"It's not strange, If you think it's strange, then why is Emily doing it too?"
"It's because ... Desmond seems to be happy for some reason...."
"Hmmm."
And then Charlotte, on my right arm, sneers with her lascivious mouth.
I can't believe it.
And then, she pushes her big tits against me, which is my favorite.
--I'm happy.
Sure, I'm happy. But I'd be more than happy if it wasn't for this!
Emily, who is also clinging to my left arm, doesn't know what Charlotte is doing to me, but for some reason, she sees that I'm happy, and follows her example by hugging my arm tightly. The body of a six-year-old is no match for the voluptuous body of a twenty-nine year old.
--Flat. It's not even fair to compare her to Katherine! （I'm sure Katherine will be upset, but I wonder if she actually cares about the size of her breasts. )
And let me tell you, I'm not a lolicon. and even if I was, it would be a very strange thing to do with a six-year-old own daughter.
My wife is on the right and my own daughter is on the left, and the maids and the married woman in the room watching with smiles on her face, If there is no law that the marriage must have no relation by blood, regardless of the people's acceptance, it's a hell for the husband, who remembers the ethics of his previous life in Japan.
My wife Charlotte, with her wavy platinum blonde hair and pretty face that even a six-year-old finds adorable. Her large emerald eyes gaze up at me from the right.
From the left are the blue eyes that she inherited from me.
Emily.
She's six years old this year, and she's my own daughter, born to a local citizen who was granted the right to have her sired by a nobleman as a wedding gift.
Her hair was blonde, inherited from me, and it was beautiful with an almost majestic glow. The face of the child of mine, with a beautiful, sweet noble appearance, guaranteed to grow up to be a beautiful woman.
This is not because I am favoring her as a sperm donor and father.
If someone were to wander around here, they would know immediately that she is my child, a child born as a result of the first night rights. However, being born from a low-born mother, she cannot be recognized as my daughter, even though we are related by blood. Nevertheless, she has strong magical power and is an important illegitimate child gifted by the lord. Her family and the residents of the town cherish her as a symbol of their pride, and as a symbol of the bond between the lord and the people, the nobles and the commoners. And while I've often wondered how she grew up to be such a good kid, even though she was only my illegitimate child .....
As the donor father of Emily, I have to admit that I am more than a little concerned about her future and mine, knowing that Emily has inherited my intelligence and strength.
And Randolph's grandfather, who had taught her so much unnecessary knowledge.
'Desmond-sama bloodline ... so like
I would like you to stop using names that are considered dangerous by the World Government like 'Will of the (D)esmond' How can it possibly have an impact on the world since there's no will to pass on?
Anyway, that's why Emily became my first child.
"Desmond-sama, ahh." my wife on the right, is pressing in on me, holding a strawberry in her hand.
"O-oh"
"Mmm. Is it good?"
"Oh, it's delicious. It tastes even better because Charlotte feeds it to me."
Speaking of which, my own daughter on the left...
"Desmond-sama, please eat these strawberries, too. Ah."
"Oh ... ahhh."
"Are they good?"
"Yeah, they're good."
"So, which is better, Lady Charlotte or mine?"
Stop it, my daughter, that is the number one question that should not be asked in this situation!
"It's me right? Desmond-sama?"
She squeezes my right arm between her big tits and rubs them against me.
"You're on my side, right, Desmond-sama?"
The girl on my left begins to rub and grind her flat chest, mimicking wife.
As a husband, I should be happy if his my wife and daughter love me nad love them back in return, but if they aren't related by blood, it becomes quite scary.
And a twenty-nine year old doesn't even hold back against a six year old.
Charlotte, Emily is mimicking you without really thinking about it, but it's too early in her life to be doing that, you know?
Now that I am convinced that she has inherited her mother's wisdom and cunning, I am sure that once the sexual arts are added to the mix, she will be unstoppable.
Oh god....
Just as I was thinking this, Maia that sitting across from me, dropped a bomb on me.
"That's so nice. If only Desmond-sama had ruled this land sooner, I might have a child like Emily. Desmond-sama, would you please grant us commoners not only the right to the first night but also the right for us commoners to receive Desmond-sama's seed?"
"That's a wonderful idea. I think it would be great to have more people who look like Desmond in this estate."
Charlotte, that statement sounds absurdly scary, you know?
I'm glad that you love me and believe in me so much, and that you approve of my right to a first night in the future, but there is a certain smell of something odd in there.
In addition, the assassin maid behind me has a dagger in her belt.
"But Lady Charlotte, currently Desmond-sama is learning a some kind of sexual technique. SO it might be something different from before--"
I know that you are thinking of my wife's feelings when you say that, But it's very, very scary to see Charlotte's reaction at this moment. And the lady in question, Mrs. Charlotte is...
"Don't worry, Desmond didn't seem to react when he rubbed Katherine's breasts earlier. I believe in you, Desmond-sama."
I'd like you to stop staring at me with those sparkling emerald eyes.
It is true that I didn't react to the maid boob rubbing outdoor session earlier, but because it was such a tense situation that I couldn't possibly react to it, plus I was too busy trying to avoid liking the boobs. That should not be the standard.
And here is a married woman who doesn't know anything about sexual art, and my daughter who is too young for any sexual-related thing.
"Oh, Desmond-sama was squeezing Katherine's breasts earlier wasn't he?"
Maia saw us....
"Well, he's Desmond-sama, so I suppose it's natural that he would try something strange from time to time, but what was he doing?"
"Desmond likes breasts."
Stop it, Charlotte, please stop stomp my reputation to the ground...
Is it on purpose? You did it on purpose, didn't you?
"Oh, so that's why Charlotte-sama's doing this"
And Emily, the one on the left, pushes her flat chest against me. Then she compared herself to Charlotte. You too, please don't go any further, stop it, my daughter.
"...... Do Desmond-sama, by any chance, like the larger ones?"
"That's right" said Charlotte.
"No, there is no such thing as too big or too small in breast size. ..."
My voice was very, very, very quiet.
"But when you rubbed Katherine's breasts, you didn't react...." The lady continued without caring about my situation.
The fact that my eyes met the maid is another thing that scares the hell out of me.
"No, if you're saying that there is no such thing as too big or too small, then if Desmond likes my breasts....ummm"
The conversation between Charlotte and the other girl never stopped.
"Desmond-sama! I'll grow up to have breasts that Desmond-sama will like!"
"I am sorry as a servant that my breasts are not to your liking, Master."
"Then, Desmond-sama, do you like mine? If it's just the size, it's as big as Charlotte."
"Desmond-sama! I'll grow up to have breasts that Desmond-sama will like!"
"I am sorry as a servant that my breasts are not to your liking, Master."
"Then, Desmond-sama, do you like mine? If it's just the size, it's as big as Charlotte."
"Would you like to try it, Desmond-sama?" the maid asked, perhaps trying to be tactful.
No, it seems like she's pushing me. I really didn't expect that she was holding a grudge against her because of boobs .... This maid is still too scary to read her true intentions because she has almost no facial expression.
Oh God, what am I supposed to do?
I couldn't hold it together at this moment even if I wanted to.
Just when I thought that Charlotte had finally turned around, something that should not have been a problem came back to haunt me like Othello.
I'm just a helpless person who's just trying to maintain the facade and act accordingly.
I was so overwhelmed that I had no idea that Katherine was staring at me with her usual cold, almost expressionless beauty.